Page 46 of Expecting an Argument
I lifted myself off the doorframe and looked down at the tattoo of an angel spearing a python on my right arm.
“I, um, got it while traveling a few years ago.” I rotated my arm toward her so she could get a better view. “Didn’t hurt as bad as people say.”
“It’s pretty.”
Badass was the term I would have used, but I’d take thecompliment. That might have been the first compliment Olivia had ever given me, actually.
Olivia’s eyes dropped to the bubbles as the flush creeping along her cheeks deepened. She bit her lower lip in a way that made me want to swallow my own tongue.
“I have a tattoo on my back.” Her eyes flicked back up to meet mine. “Want to see?”
My heart started to pound. I put all my willpower into keeping my eyes on her face and not giving into the temptation of taking a quick glance into that thinning layer of soap bubbles.
Her tattoo wasn’t all I wanted to see.
If I were a rational creature, I would have left the bathroom. Unfortunately, I was instead a mere man. The bathtub siren was calling and I had no choice but to answer.
She turned around. As I stepped forward to get a better look, the scent of the soap hit me like a punch to the nose and I had to grip the bathroom counter to keep my knees from buckling. The tropical scent flooded my brain like a tidal wave and unlocked dozens of shameful high school fantasies that I had repressed.
I couldn’t even breathe as I thought of weaving my fingers through Olivia’s hair, or shutting her up by shoving my cock in her mouth, or fucking her on top of her desk so I could watch those big tits bounce.
The fantasies replayed like flashbangs over and over in my head as the blood drained from my brain. I needed to get the hell out of that bathroom, but my feet were stuck to the tile.
Olivia looked at me over her bare shoulder. “Are you OK?”
I tightened my grip on the counter’s edge and cleared my throat. “You bought that soap at the dollar store, didn’t you?”
She quickly glanced to the side. “Yeah, um…I thought it would put me in the right mood.”
She looked back at me and her eyes widened. I dipped my chin to follow her gaze—I was hard as a fucking diamond andmy sweatpants hid nothing.
My mouth went dry as I remembered to be embarrassed. “I…I’m sorry. I’ll leave.”
“Don’t.”
I swallowed, trying to form a response but failing to even form thoughts. “What?”
Her face sharpened a little. “You interrupted me, so you should take over.”
My hand ran through my hair. “How do you want me to—?”
“Get in the bathtub.”
I nodded as my thumbs slid beneath the waistband of my pants. I pushed down, freeing my aching cock to the air, and kicked off my pants and boxers.
I stood before her, my body as naked and vulnerable as I felt. The imperious look on her face softened as she moved forward in the bathtub, silently inviting me to sit behind her.
My eyes stayed on the tops of her breasts peeking out from the bubbles as I eased into the tub with her. The water warmed my legs as I positioned myself around her body. She moved into me, her ass pressing my cock into my stomach as I bit back a groan.
I looked down at her bare back—therewas her tattoo. Between her shoulder blades was a rose, tattooed all in a single line. I lightly traced the stem of the rose on her spine and felt her skin prickle.
“Is that really where your hands should be?” she said in a breathy exhale.
I dropped my hands just beneath the surface of the water and grazed my knuckles along her sides. “You tell me…”
Slowly, I dragged the backs of my hands along her ribs until I cupped the undersides of her breasts. She let out a sweet moan and leaned into my chest, freeing her breasts from the thin layer of soap bubbles.
I cut a glance to the mirror on the opposite wall and caught the reflection of soapy water running down her breasts. Her nipples were dark and rosy. My hands were big enough to wrap around a football, but her massive tits were spilling out of my hold.
